Oops. Nevamind. I's catching a nasty cold.
The new Subtle record rules.

Tonight's the Atmosphere show. Who else is psyched?

What better than to blog while at a show, while some somewhat generic metalcore band plays?

I feel bad for generic bands. Its not as if they give it any less heart than the good ones or the groundbreaking ones? Not everyone can be converge I guess.

I'm here to see a great miami band called Capsule. They too are a little generic but they still manage to turn my crank. They turn up the noise-o-meter.

Tacoma is ugly.
Sorry, fidelius.


Who else loves pussy?
And driving? I love driving.

I never have time to blog anymore.
I got nothin to say, really.
I love this site and I love the girls. The SGs. Every one in a while they run a set from a comic book character or something, or they run a girl who looks like anyone else but right now look at the front page.
Damn.


That's right, I got nothin else. Take off your shirts.

Hellooo.
It is now .... half past midnight.

At around 8:30 I passed out. At around 10:30 I woke up and my drunken roommate was passed out on the toilet, pants down. I... didn't know what to do, or what was happening. She was moaning like she was in pain. I was pretty goddamn frightened. She's going through some pretty heavy shit right now and I didn't know if she'd hurt herself or what.
It was the moaning and groaning that woke me.
Then she started to snore.

Eventually, I woke her up. She was embarassed, of course, and I gave her a minute to pull her pants up. I got her a glass of water.
She's going to have a nasty, nasty headache in the morning.

So'm I, probably.

Check out Lorelei's new set and video. OMG omg.

life suddenly seems a little bit more complete.


Also, I got a bed. I don't know if I talked about it here. I probably did but I'm still excited. It is LARGE.


Just in time for the two-month-iversary, this weekend.

My shits are back to normal, and my weight is going back up. I'll work on the latter later.

I've been on a number of dates and on saturday morning I found myself in something of a drug and absinthe induced threesome with two girls. This is... almost? a first for me. It was pretty goddamn exciting, I might say. Even if I was the third wheel and the only one who didn't (and still hasn't!) gotten off. But I'll live. it's one for the books. You haven't lived till you've made out with a girl while another girl works her over with her fingers.

I think I need to be at a show tonight, or something.
I'm... needing more. I don't know what I need.


edited to add: my first sentence and last sentence make this blog look.. stupid.

I'm sitting in my car before going into work. I'm just a little bit early today.

Yesterday it occurred to me that I'm a lot more fucked up that I thought I was. I need a head-shrinker.

other than feeling totally fucked up, life is okay. I'm working a lot and its not driving me crazy. I'm spending more than I should be but life has been relatively fun for me lately. More fun than I'm accustomed to.
I'm... falling asleep here in my car. Before work. Need coffee.
This is a good town to be in, if you need coffee.

Actually, the new Atmosphere disc is sad as FUCK.
Isn't it?
I mean, the whole thing is about life handing you lemons.
THE WHOLE THING.

That doesn't mean I don't love it. But when the songs are written from the POV of abused whores or homeless people...
Yeah.
I wondered when it would get happy and upbeat again, and it didn't.
There's a lot of piano on it. it's less Kanye West-y than the last one.
And I'm glad for that. I just wanted some bangers.
Fuck it.
I'm at a bookstore for an author event. Jack O'Connell, author of The Resurrectionist is here, at the Elliott Bay bookshop. He's speaking tonight. And there's no one here.
Oh well. When Life hands you lemons...


Just look at that freakin COVER.
I love it.

The Resurrectionist was the last book that Hillary recommended to me before the break-up. I think the only reason I have a copy is because I packed her copy up with my shit as I was leaving.
I think that's what happened. I'm not sure. I may be holding a stolen copy.

Goddamn I miss her.

Anyway, yeah.

my job takes "take your child to work day" very seriously.
Some little kid was playing with the copy machine yesterday.
He ran up and handed me this: